At the empty land filled with snow covering the whole land, a tall and a small figure is riding a wagon at a snail-like pace. The reason is obvious, it's because the aggressive black horse is incapable of walking quickly on top of snow-filled land.
"This is going to be a tough journey, huh... Luckily we've store enough food to last for more than a week inside the Grimoire's space. If not for the gluttons inside the space, those rations should be enough for us to survive for a month, though..." Lyan uttered his words purposefully audibly to make sure that the 'glutton' inside the grimoire's space that he mentioned could receive his sarcasm.
(Hey! That's my card! you're cheating!) (Griselda)
The culprit shouted her complaint as she was too immersed in the game of cards she was playing with the other high spirits.
(She's not even listening, huh...) (Lyan)
As Lyan let out a sigh, a small trembling figure sneaks inside his cloak and clings to his waist.
